New books, etc.

637215D9-1AAD-43A1-9906-561C819866EAFollowing a three-month break, I returned to my work in a nearby school last week… and I am tuckered. Admittedly, the heat, from which we will enjoy a temporary respite for the next few days, is probably a bigger culprit than the job. The alarm may, too, play a role. I do, after all, prefer awakening to being awakened.

Thank goodness for three-day weekends, eh?

In spite of myself and with a little help from my friends, I did manage to shelve my latest acquisitions last night. Those same friends also helped me retrieve from the attic the ottoman that matches my favorite reading chair. I don’t know why I didn’t think it would work in the space, but it’s perfect.

Seen at the Museum of Science and Industry

Of course, this model of the whaler Alice Mandell attracted my attention.
“Hast seen the White Whale?”

My childhood bicycle featured a seat like the red one.

Following its capture, the U-505 was renamed the USS Nemo
to prevent the Germans from realizing it had not sunk.
A Moby Dick reference began our visit; a 20,000 Leagues reference concluded it.

“And many consider themselves loners.”

From Jessica Bruder’s Nomadland: Surviving America in the Twenty-First Century (2017):

p. 88
For this community, making an effort to gather in person was no trifling thing. Members spend much of the year scattered across the country. Often they lack the gas money to drive long distances in a straight shot. And many consider themselves loners. Among the hermits, RV Sue has cultivated an especially solitary reputation, pleading with her blog readers not to drop in on her campsites unannounced, explaining that “blogging suits me well because I can interact with all kinds of interesting people without having to actually meet them.” Some of her fans have written about coming across a familiar seventeen-foot Casita during their travels — then realizing who that trailer belonged to and immediately hightailing it in the other direction.

“Being squeezed involves one’s finances, one’s social status, and one’s self-image.”

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Janesville (Amy Goldstein), Nomadland (Jessica Bruder), and Squeezed (Alissa Quart) have formed a fascinating — and sobering — trilogy.

p. 114
Among other things, being middle-class is a matter of having access to certain goods and services. It’s not just the house or the car you can buy. This status is also more granular, reflecting refined varieties of knowledge and information: the middle class knows where to send their children to school, where to get medical treatment, child care, career advice or training, or other kinds of help. Perhaps most importantly, class status is about how you even find out about these things to begin with, which again brings us to “cultural capital.”

When I recall “cultural capital,” I think of my favorite theorist from when I was a graduate student, Pierre Bourdieu. Bourdieu theorized that capital extends beyond economics, encompassing credentials, skills, and tastes. Financial capital is convertible — if you have the latter, you can gain cultural capital through education. Then, if you have the former, you can convert that back into even more economic capital through the right social networks.

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